My ego, mind and soul and body
Sat upon the holy hill
The angel in the book unwritten
And I, an act of Devil’s will
Two kinds of sin by the cemetery
One brings pleasure and the other pain
One like passion, lust, and feasting
The other tastes of acid rain
Father, oh, this water burns
I am the host of something else
Blessed arrow aimed this way
Arrow thrust into myself
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Resting Place
PoetryA collection of poems that is more experimental and practice stuff than anything. I'll test out different forms and subjects, have a little fun with it. It'll be ongoing until I get bored with the idea of it. I'd like to hear what you think! Tell me...
